Your Desk or Mine?

Those of you who are of the opinion that work and pleasure just do not mix-are obviously mistaken-they make for the most heady and potent combination ever.It's like mixing your drinks -leaves you totally smashed and incapable of being responsible for any of your actions the next day. Why else do you think that the average man's kinkiest fantasies would revolve around boardroom tables and photocopying machines!There must be some benefit-reaping involved, otherwise nobody in their right senses would recommend going to all these pains only to face uncomfortable scenarios in the workplace.
Why the sudden vouching for office romances you ask? It could possibly have something to do with the fact that I may have a classic case of the hots for a co-worker.The fact that he happens to be one of those brooding,intelligent,profound writer types complete with the dark(in a hot way) thick rimmed glasses and the preppiest wardrobe ever(full-sleeved crisp white shirts with v-necked public schoolboy sweaters and cheeky slogan bearin tees anyone?) might also help in furthering his case.Did I mention that he has this poise and bearing about him,self-assured without being cocky, which I'll have you know is next to impossible to find in men today.
I pride myself on my male-spotting skills,and after many years of refusing to acknowledge this skill of mine,certain friends have reluctantly agreed,that yes,indeed,I do have the amazing ability to spot a boy with potential-one that you might not have even give a second glance to otherwise.
The second inane talent that I possess,if I may say so myself is that I serve as my own Oracle with respect to the fate of all my relationships...I know the instant I set eyes on a man, if I will ever at some point in my life make out with him or maybe even progress to a serious relationship.Ducky, would serve as the perfect object of case study.I met him on my third day of college, and we got roped into talking to each other as part of some ice-breaker game.I,ofcourse played up the cutesy act to the hilt(Hello my love for Drew Barrymore and her side-mouth talking has to be of some use)and within two hours of prolonged conversation that began with our love for dark chocolate,the lusty physical connection I guess was established.
Maybe,this is why,the mere sight of enigmatic office boy is setting off warning bells in my head,and this is also provoked by the fact that he wears a thin "deceptive" gold band.I refuse to believe that he's married, and even if he is-So what! No harm in looking right, and the reasonable part of me is also fully aware of the fact that I'm mostly doing this to create a temporary distraction for myself.
So the majority of my day is now consumed by thoughts of me tripping and falling flat on my face,on one of my many trips to the scanning machine, which happens to be right opposite where he sits.
Also, although I promised myself not to even mention the V word today,(because that would just be acknowledging the existence of this day and furthering the Hallmark ploy to fucking overthrow the world one sordid lonely heart at a time) I have to mention how indignant I was when this otherwise mousey old uncle asked me what Valentine Day Plans I had, and shook his head in sad disbelief when I told him of the non-existence of a love life let alone secret admirers.
Must drag myself to bed now,and make some efforts to look presentable for hot boy.Did I mention that I often feel like the aisle in our office is a ramp of sorts....Every time you walk down you can feel atleast ten pairs of eyes burning holes through you!*Sigh* the pressures of being a woman in the workplace...